She may not like being called "seductress" or "siren". Firstly, she has a clear understanding of herself. I won't pretend to be what I'm not. Secondly, because of Mr. Yuan Zhen and Mr. Wei, she is biased against words like "seductress" and "siren". Mr. Yuan said: "Generally speaking, those who are favored by heaven are sirens. If they don't bring disaster to themselves, they will bring disaster to others... In the past, the Shang Dynasty was destroyed by Daji, and the Zhou Dynasty was destroyed by Bao Si. These were powerful countries, but they were destroyed by one woman, their armies defeated, their people slaughtered. Even today, they are ridiculed by the world." Look, sirens are a disaster for the country and the people. This is not something to be taken lightly.

  The imperial concubine would rather have others call her behavior passionate and romantic. Deep in love, sincere in affection, she would occasionally pull him close to her, and it was only natural that they should be together.

  "Good boy. I want to lick you there."

  These are heartfelt words. The official is a person who is willing to put "infatuation" into practice. Life is short. In a lifetime, how many times can you have such "emotional extremes". I want to mess around like this with him. I am willing to mess around like this for him. That's all I said. Reason. It's just that simple. So, it's really "heartfelt".

  Of course. The concubine is not a completely open-minded person. Her old-fashioned and conservative upbringing makes her as reserved as Miss Zhang, who sits elegantly in a high position. On top, she wears a cheongsam with a tight waist and chest. Below, the slit is so high that it almost reaches the base of her thighs... Half restrained, half unrestrained.

  As she said this, her face turned slightly red. Her eyes cast down at a 45-degree angle. Han Yingqin saw the shadows under her eyebrows, so charming and alluring.

  Han Yingqin rubbed her face with his thumb.

  He leaned over and picked her up. He let her straddle his legs.

  He held her hand and put it on his waistband, then let go of his hand. Both hands were behind him, propping up his body in a leisurely and comfortable manner.

  He lowered his head and began to untie it.

  Han Yingqin raised one hand and brushed aside the stray hairs that had floated forward.

  "You're not disgusted with me?"

  "It's fine." She shook her head. The belt was already undone. He started pulling down the zipper.

  Han Yingqin tilted his head and asked again.

  "Why think."

  "Just like that." She slipped one hand into his shorts. The fabric enveloped him. Enveloped her hand. Taut and swollen.

  She raised her eyes, looked at him for a moment, and then lowered them again.

  Han Yingqin suddenly felt that this was her "attitude". The "attitude" of "fascinating and charming to the bone". The "bearing" of "dignity and elegance". Like a sharp knife, with one swing, everything bows down.

  Her hand slowly rubbed up and down. She looked at him again.

  "Why is it black."

  She asked last time and she's asking again. It seems like we have to get to the bottom of this.

  Han Yingqin hummed softly, his voice a little hoarse.

  "It happened four years ago. A slope. The grenade didn't go off properly when I pulled the pin. I couldn't move. If I had, the soldiers behind me would have been blinded by the explosion. Luckily, they all came back with their eyes open."

  Her hands paused for a moment, gazing at him.

  Legs moved. Put down and became kneeling between his legs.

  Pull down your underwear. Hold it out. The tender white hands and the black one. Soft and hard, forming a sharp contrast.

  She leaned in close to his face, her cheek against his. Sincere as a child.

  "It's okay if it didn't burn out completely. If it can never get hard again for the rest of its life, that would be even more unbearable than going blind."

  Han Yingqin could not bear it anymore. The person lay down.

  She doesn't have any rules. But the precious thing is "true". True love... The words that are spoken, the breath that is breathed out, the expression that is revealed... It's more heart-wrenching than a knife.

  "I may not be good at sucking. I see others can reach the throat. Just a moment. I'll try my best." She said, licking with her tongue.

  Han Yingqin's legs stiffened and his hands clenched into fists. He wanted to yell at her, but the words that came out were: "Hng hng... Hng hng... What do you want to do..." It sounded like a plea. "Mmm..." Suddenly, his lower abdomen tightened up. The warm, wet little mouth had taken it in.

  This kid absolutely can't be incompetent. How did she manage to mess things up so badly?

  Han Yingqin didn't even know what she wanted to express. She turned around, her legs trembling slightly. Suddenly, she grabbed her arm and half-lifted herself up, shouting angrily: "You've been smoking..."

  Unexpectedly, this silly fellow relaxed his mouth. There was still a white sticky thread next to his mouth.

  Deadpan.

  "I've watched a movie. The clarity is just high."

  Finished. Then drank again.

  Even. Her butt lifted up. Her head slowly went down. She was really trying to get him to throat her.

  Han Yingqin is going crazy.

  I'm going crazy.

  This dead fatso wants to play with his life. She is still pinching his belly with one hand...

  He couldn't bear it and slightly rolled over. His legs gradually curled up.

  He won't give in even if he dies. It's really desperate. Follow him and see what happens.

  He clamped her head between his legs. She wrapped one arm around his thigh.

  How to describe this scene.

  Really. Really...

  Among green hills and clear waters.

  Moonlight is sprinkled. Crickets chirp.

  The man's military uniform shirt was still only unbuttoned at the top. He lifted up one corner of his clothes, revealing a perfect narrow waist and buttocks. His military pants were intact, with only the front segment open. In the middle, there was a skull. He grasped this skull firmly with both hands.

  The woman knelt down. One hand from inside to outside hugged his left thigh. Slightly raised her body. Followed him turning left and right. Occasionally, a low, muffled moan. Accompanied by the cicada's chirping. Adding more charm.

  Two people standing side by side.

  A ball of fire.

  A timid rabbit.

  The rabbit's butt rubbed against the woman's heel. Eating the same kind of grass as the one the woman was holding earlier.

  The woman's high heel slowly lifted up and then slowly fell back down.

  Maybe. She doesn't want to admit she's a seductress.

  But

  This is already a rare treasure.

  She can make a man who is full of vigor and energy breathe heavily. Turning left and right, he doesn't know what to do...

  More like a competition.

  Gao Taiwei is conquering a man who has won her heart.